The Avengers Page #21

361 SAND

The peasant stops, stares.

362 AHEAD OF HIM

Sun beats down. A tropical beach. A warm sea. A butler, Trubshaw. POPS a

CHAMPAGNE CORK. From a tent, he brings two glasses down the beach to

363 TWO DIVAN-STYLE DECK CHAIRS

Where Steed and Emma toast in the sun. Steed in a smoking jacket, Emma in a bikini.

EMMA:

I don't recall Siberia being this

warm, Steed.

STEED:

It's the latest thing, Mrs. Peel.

EMMA:

Our little paradise -- just made

for two?

STEED:

(looks; frowns)

Not quite.

On cue from the water, Mother emerges, snorkeling in his wheelchair contraption --

with Brenda. He waves to --

STEED:

Our chaperon.

EMMA:

Pity your mother came, too ...

Steed seems peeved that his chance to be alone with EMMA is spoiled. Trubshaw

pours glasses of champagne.

STEED:

Still a little warm, Trubshaw.

Is this the '28? A little more

ice, I think ...

Trubshaw trots off dutifully. A large ice bucket appears. Mother moves in. Absorbed

by Emma, now his new protegee.

MOTHER:

About your next assignment, Mrs.

Peel ...

EMMA:

Next assignment?

Steed gives his champagne to the Siberian peasant. He presses a switch -- an umbrella

shoots up between them, opens up, twirls.

PULL BACK to reveal the strip of beach, like a tiny bubble of tropical weather.

Against a Siberian b.g. of snow. As we WIDEN we REVEAL a giant glass bubble,

hearing --

EMMA (V.O.)

Ah ... sun tan lotion. Any shops

nearby?

STEED (V.O.)

Must be. Trubshaw's busy. I'll

send Mother ...

PULL BACK to reveal no shop for miles around.

MOTHER (V.O.)

Ahem. As I was saying, perhaps

another macaroon ...

EMMA (V.O.)

Thank you, Steed.

STEED (V.O.)

Thank you, Mrs. Peel.

Behind the umbrella -- LAUGHTER. CHINK of GLASSES.

FADE OUT.

THE END:

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